The next three days wasn't different with school. Except... Benjy was gone. He was suspended. We never even got to see each other. My plan for telling him the day after failed. He didn't want to see me. I've tried texting him, calling him, and even going to his house. He never answered anything.

When I went to Sarah this morning to see if she knew what happened to Benjy, she ignored me. She looked at me once or twice but never talked. The only thing she did to acknowledge me was flipping me off. I then proceeded to say "ok" then took her phone, slapped her, and ran off with her phone.

It's now six o'clock at night and I'm sitting on a swivel chair in my room, staring at Sarah's phone. It was a black screen. It wasn't even on. I was just pondering what I might see. I prep myself for this and adjust her phone in my hand.

I press the home button to see the screen light up brightly. Her lock screen was a picture of her. She held up a peace sign and she made her cleavage the center of attention. I moved passed and pressed the home button again. To my surprise, it opened without needing a password. I guess she's more relaxed than most.

The home screen was the same picture. Not one single app was in a folder. She had five pages of apps! What does this girl get? The first page is the essentials. Second are apps for school. That includes the calculator and PhotoMath. Classic. I looked to the bottom of the phone were the go-to apps would be. There wasn't anything there! She made the pages her folders and went through those. It was her own organized mess.

The third page was communication and photography. The fourth was entertainment: Youtube, games, Skype, et cetera. The fifth was all dedicated to dating apps. Was she really this desperate? I skipped the photos and Skype. I went to the third page and went straight to messages.

The white screen popped up and the list of names flooded in. The first one was titled "My Bi Son" the second was "Sister From A Different Mister". The third was "Mr. Quarterback Johnson" the fourth was "Soccer Gals". She really liked her nicknames. I went into the first chat section. Almost nothing was there.

She is one of those people who deletes her conversations before she goes to bed. I could only read an incomplete story that was written up only today.

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My Bi Son 🚻
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Today 7:56 am
Hey! Are you getting
to school?!😡🤔

Yeah. Why?

Well? Where are you?!
I haven't seen you and
school is almost
starting!!!😩😤😭😢

Sorry! I be there
in five minutes! See
you soon Sarah

Bye b!! 😋
Delivered
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I have no idea who this is! I could be a guy called Adam for all I know or even a frog named jumper! Her profile picture for the person was the flag for bisexuality. Fuck me. The only clue I have to who it is is her calling the person "b". It could be a pet name or it could be an initial. This doesn't say jackshit!

I go out of the infuriating text section and go to the second one. Let's hope I get something useful.

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Sister From A Different
Mister 👯‍♀️
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Yesterday 10:43pm

Hey gurrrl!!! 😘

Heyyy!😛

How's it going down
with Benjamin? Anything
spicy? 😏😏🍆

We are just friends Veronica!
You are so nasty! 😜
Meeting's tomorrow. Don't
forget your little man toy to
the game this weekend.

Besides, Benjamin doesn't
even like me! He is cute.😔
He likes that one person.
Promised I wouldn't tell. Srry.

Girrrrrll! 😏😏 now you
HAVE to tell me!! Hoes
before bros! Rite?! Proms
I won't tell.

Fine. I'll give you
a letter!

M

Delivered

Oooh! 😍😝😜😘🤯

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The letter M flooded my mind and my imagination. M. That's what he called me. It's what he named me. For a second, only for a second, I thought that maybe, just maybe, he might like me. But it can't be true. It could be a girl named Meghan, Mary, Mia, Maria, Madison, Melissa. There are so many girls that have a letter M in it. Thousands.

Why would he ever like me?

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It's the next day and I feel worse than I did yesterday. I was tired more than usual and my head felt like it was splitting open. I didn't even see Benjy today on my way to school. More yet, I thought today was school. I realized that once I got into the building and nobody was there. My only reaction was a sigh and go to The Diner.

On my way home I saw Sarah walking with her friends on the other side of the street. I stopped in my tracks as she did too. We looked at each other, her face full of anger and annoyance. I know she hated me. She said something to one of the girls beside her. I watched as she looked both ways of the street and then walk across. She was ready to attack me. I was ready to be beaten.

She walked up to me, but she never walked onto the curb. I was taller than her. I like that. Her frown and knitted eyebrows stood there for a minute. She looked like she was waiting for something. She was. "Um? So... where is my phone, bitch?" She held out her hand to grab it.

I reached in my pocket and took it out. I placed the cold piece of software in her hands. "Did you go through my phone?" I looked at her with the same unfazed face. "It's not like I could. You have a password on it." I put a password on it.

I knew what she'd put on it. I semi-valley girl who talks nothing but soccer. SoccerGurl246. She tried to argue that she didn't. She then put in the password and her face was priceless. She looked so confused. "Huh..." her face softened as I stood there. Her eyebrows still knitted and her frown still there, but her eyes looked sad. "Sorry, I guess. Hey. Why do you have a backpack on?" She was trying to be nice.

"I thought it was a school day." She looked at me and I can tell she looked at my messy hair and dark bags under my eyes. "Um... you look tired. Come with me." She sounded annoyed. She seemed annoyed. Before I could speak, she took my wrist and dragged me across the street to her friends.

They all looked at me with disgust. Again, I wasn't fazed. She went in the opposite direction of where she was going originally. She dragged me left and right through the streets. Her two friends came with us. We were near the end of our trip, I hope. I had barely any energy left. I realized that when my legs gave out underneath me.

Sarah's friends were quick to catch me. She stopped walking and looked at me with concern. She took her arm and wrapped it under mine. She bent down and with her other arm under my knees, she lifted me up bridal style. "What are you doing?"

"You're too tired to walk, so I'm carrying you." She was determined to get where she was going. I didn't dare say a word. Why is she doing this for me? What is she even doing?

I started to recognize where I am. I'm near my home. A minute later, my suspensions were correct. I was at my apartment complex. Soon, the gray ceiling was visible and I could feel my feet glide on the wall. The sound ringing in my ears. We took a right. Upstairs, two small rights, and up more stairs. Then there we were. In the hallway.

"What number is your apparent?" She asked. I chuckled a little and said "307." It was an easy number. It was close too. My feet were off the wall and I could see the door frame as we moved into my apartment. I could hear Sarah mumble under her breath about how small it is.

The ceiling was still moving and I could see another door frame go by me. We were in my room. I never knew how strong Sarah was until now. "Caitlyn, can you get the covers for me?" After she said that, a girl, that I assume is Caitlyn, walked over and all I could hear is the rustle of the blanket

I soon could feel a soft touch spread across my body. It was something familiar in this unfamiliar time. The touch made my wants and needs stronger. It was that kind of comfortable comfort touch that no person would have the desire for leaving. More warmth from the blanket was given as Sarah pulled the covers over top of me. Finally, my face had broken and a slight smile had appeared. My eyes were weighed down by my own little happiness.

I looked at Sarah. She had whispered something inaudible to both of her friends. They both left once they were told and that left me and Sarah.

She grabbed my swivel chair with one hand and with a circular motion, she dragged the chair to the bed. She sat down and scooted closer to me. Her face was soft and only showed concern. The only thing I am wondering is why she is doing this. She hates me. I hate her. So why is she helping me when I obviously don't need or want help?

She brings her hand to my forehead and soon to my cheeks. "How are you feeling?" She was checking my temperature the way a mother would. I smiled and laughed. "Why do you care?" I looked in her eye with a smirk going across my face. "You're Benjamin's friend. If he going to see you tonight, shouldn't you want to feel good?" She didn't smile or laugh.

I did. "He's not going to see me. He hates me, so why in all hell would he want to see me?" She looked at me. She was clearly agitated. It was funny. "Because he loves you? All I know is that I'm force -" she stopped talking. My smirk went away. I knew he doesn't want to see me. I know this because I know him.

I don't feel good to know that your best friend will only see you by force. She puts her arms to her side and slouches in the chair. He face was saddened; filled with regret. She slides away from me and she closes her eyes in defeat. "I'm sorry. I never met to hurt you or make any sort of rivalry between us. It wasn't in my best interest to. I don't know what to say besides that I give you back your time that you wasted with me back if I could. I have made mistakes in my life, learn from me. I just wish we were ok. You know... friends." She smiled at her own thought.

We stay in silence for a minute or two. There was a tension in the air; an uncomfortable tension. Without warning. She got up from the chair and came to the side of the bed. She bent down to me and cupped my face in her hand. It was warm and soft. It was comforting. It was nice. She brought her face to mine and I could feel her warm lips across my skin.

It startled me at first. It was unexpected. Soon, I melted to the warmth and closed my eyes. The soothing kiss had ended too soon. After those long seconds were over, all I could feel was the moist area on my forehead from where her lips used to be.

"Sleep, M. You need it." She voice echoed in my mind as I watched her walk out of the room. My face at this point was heated up and everything was frozen. Why am I acting like this? This is so stupid.

Within seconds of her leaving my head started to spin and a high pitch ringing sound could o lay be heard. Darkness spotted my vision and my stomach wanted to reject everything that I had eaten today. My throat closed and my chest stopped moving. Not only my chest, I couldn't move. My legs and arms were limp and they were stuck to the bed like glue. My eyes were open wide and I gasped for air. My lungs refused to take in what it needed. Pain erupted from my chest and my throat.

I started to feel a liquid in my throat and my reflexes kicked in. I started coughing and coughing. Soon, it wasn't just air coming out of me. I watched as blood flew in the air, scattering everywhere it wanted to touch. I could barely blink, my legs were tensing up. My body started jerking in desperation. It hurt so bad and the pain was unbearable. Tear flowed out of my eyes as the sound of my struggling filled the room.

Sarah burst in and started talking. I couldn't hear her. I could only hear the painful high-pitch ring. She was clearly panicking, so was I. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head. It was my only escape. Everything stopped hurting and everything stopped moving. It was calm.
-
Three years went by and I started aging again. I don't know how. I don't know why. I am now a sophomore in college. I took a year in between high school and college and I live with Sarah. We had technically gotten together while I was still in the hospital, but we made it official two months after I got out. I still, to this day, don't know what happened and why it happened.

I now sit here, meeting another college student for a group project. His name was Adam... I think. It's not like it will matter.

I was at the library waiting for him. I know what he looks like and what he sounds like, how do you think we got into a group? I hear footsteps banging against the wooden floor, as everybody usually does. They went quiet when they walked into the carpet. I look up and I see him. His glasses and black hair made it seem like he was new.

The smile he wore when he went up to me was pure. How did this guy survive high school? I smile back at him as I get up from my chair. He comes up close to me and sticks out his hand for me to shake. I gladly take it and his hand were soft and his handshake was very welcoming.

"Adam, right?" He nods and sits down. He slings his backpack off his shoulder as onto the soft flooring. "That's what people call me anyway." His voice was soothing and very friendly. Just properly meeting him feels like a teddy bear was hugging me.

If Adam is what people call him, then what is his real name? "And what is your real name?" I smirk at him as I get my computer out and put my book away. "Funny. I don't actually hav a name. Th - That goes with a family as well."

...

What...? I stop what I was doing at my smirk fades fast. My eyes are as open as open can be and now, I'm on high alert. I started to secrete sweat. "You know, you seem special... I'll tell you something I don't tell most: I can't age."

And that is when my heart stopped beating.